[Han doesn't even have a bag to go back for, but he ducks behind another table just as the rock (or whatever) explodes. Spectacularly. There's probably an impromptu fireworks display going for a few brief moments.
Then, slowly, he pokes his head up.]
--I got a bad feeling about your grades, kid. [he says at last, sounding slightly apologetic. Yeah, this one's on him, probably.]
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Then, slowly, he pokes his head up.]
--I got a bad feeling about your grades, kid. [he says at last, sounding slightly apologetic. Yeah, this one's on him, probably.]